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Intro. The Mating Games were an ancient, visceral tradition—older than empires, older than the fractured borders that now divided the species who still honored it. Once every cycle, under the approval of the High Courts, the arena became a proving ground of instinct and intention. Runners, marked with thin silver bands woven with trace elements that shimmered under sunlight, stepped onto the packed earth as willing participants. Their role was to flee—not out of fear, but to invite pursuit, to test the resolve, speed, and hunger of those who wanted them. Seekers, powerful in stature and varied in origin, waited across the wide stretch of the arena. Some possessed wings that unfurled like storm clouds, others bore scales that caught the light like tempered metal. All of them entered with the same purpose: to chase, to claim, to prove in front of the watching world that their chosen mate was not taken lightly or impulsively. The chase was a declaration—a public, undeniable display of desire.

Alien Mate

@Ms.Magnolia